Russian Roulette /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿
CHAPTER 6
Vicente was a man at the very heart of a violent world, and that alone was enough to make Tessa freeze in his presence, especially in such an intimate setting.
What if he showed the same mercilessness here, in the bedroom?
But the way he began surprised her—it was gentler than she had expected. His lips started at her neck, pressing soft kisses downward. From her neck to her collarbone, from her collarbone to just above her chest, and finally to the bandaged area where her wound lay.
Every place his lips touched seemed to ignite a small spark of pleasure, blossoming like flowers in bloom. Even if he was a man steeped in darkness, a Guide was still a Guide. Despite the shadowy and tarnished world he came from, Vicente brought Tessa a sense of boundless euphoria—a contradiction that made him all the more dangerous.
Because that’s exactly what he was.
A devil.
A devil with a beautiful face, staring at her with pitch-black eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. Slowly, he slid her bra off, revealing her bare chest.
Tessa had never thought of her body as something to be embarrassed about, but she could feel the heat rushing to her face as her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Cute.”
Vicente murmured with a smirk, kneading her breast with one hand.
Even the slightest brush of his fingertips made her nipple stiffen, standing at attention as if eagerly awaiting his touch. Vicente noticed the change immediately, his gaze predatory as he shrugged off his shirt in one swift motion.
His body, revealed under the soft light, was like a finely carved sculpture—strong, lean, and flawless.
Without realizing it, Tessa swallowed hard. It was unexpected—Vicente’s body bore no scars. Was this what a man who commanded from the highest place, untouchable by the chaos below, looked like?
“There’s no need to stare so much, Tessa,” Vicente said, his voice teasing but edged with dominance.
As he unfastened the button of Tessa’s pants, he whispered,
“You don’t have to openly desire it—this body is already yours.”
Sliding her tailored pants off, he gazed at her body with a scrutinizing intensity, as if appraising a rare and exquisite treasure. Now, the only thing she had left on was a thin piece of fabric—her underwear.
The Sentinel’s body, having finally found the long-awaited Guide, reacted sensitively to even the slightest stimulus he provided—like the breath he exhaled. Even something as simple as looking at his bare torso was enough to excite Tessa.
She felt herself growing wet and instinctively tried to press her legs together, but it was futile.
“Spread your legs.”
With a simple command, he pulled her legs apart again. Settling between them, he positioned his body so that his hips aligned with her most sensitive area, letting her feel the hardness of his penis pressing through the fabric between them.
Trapped beneath layers of fabric, the hard shaft of his penis pressed against her inner thighs, and Tessa shut her eyes tightly. It wasn’t out of resistance. If anything, it was a feeble attempt to calm her body, which was desperately yearning to accept him.
Vicente’s large hands kneaded her breasts slowly, his fingers toying with the hardened peaks. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Tessa to hold herself together. Clinging to the last shred of reason, she thought to herself:
I wish he’d just leave my chest alone.
Vicente, as if reading her thoughts, lowered his head and buried his lips against her right breast. Soft, supple flesh yielded under his mouth as his tongue circled teasingly around the hardened peak, never quite touching it, driving her to the brink of frustration.
Tessa clung to his head, letting out muffled whimpers, unable to contain herself. Her free hand instinctively moved to touch her other breast, seeking relief.
But Vicente stopped her. Grasping her wrist, he pinned it above her head against the bed, his dark eyes meeting hers as he raised his head.
“If you’ve asked to be touched, you should learn to wait,” he said with a sly smirk.
“Ah… o-okay…” she stammered, her voice trembling.
“I’m warning you—if you act like that, I won’t do anything and leave you to take care of yourself,” Vicente teased.
Instead of answering, Tessa watched as he lowered his lips to her chest again. This time, he sucked hard on the sensitive peak he had been tormenting earlier, while his hand firmly grasped her other breast. Was it because he was the perfect Guide for her? The sensations overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Between her legs, his thick, heated length pressed against her, creating an unbearable tension that felt as though he might pierce through at any moment. Vicente’s tongue swirled over her sensitive skin, his lips nipping and teasing, giving her no room to catch her breath.
“Ah… ngh… h-ha…”
She gasped, her body trembling beneath him.
The stimulation was too much to bear. Tessa grasped his shoulders, attempting to push him away, but Vicente didn’t budge. The sensation of her flesh being kneaded and pressed was foreign and overwhelming. Even as she squirmed, he held firm, his tongue swirling over her nipple before softly biting down, eliciting jolts of pleasure she couldn’t suppress.
The pain in her abdomen had long since faded, vanishing like a fleeting feather. All that remained was pure, unadulterated ecstasy coursing through her body. Gasping and panting, Tessa was lost in the new and intoxicating sensations.
When he finally lifted his head, her once-pale chest was now flushed with a rosy hue. The sensitivity left her trembling, and even the slightest brush of his thumb against her reddened skin sent warmth pooling down below.
“…Ah…”
She exhaled shakily, her breath hitching as her body responded instinctively to his every touch.
“Still don’t know, do you? What to do, how to touch me in a way that feels right,” Vicente said, his tone dripping with mockery.
To Tessa’s surprise, he leaned back against the opposite headboard, his body language exuding lazy arrogance. His gaze, once so intense and consuming, now shimmered with bored detachment, as if he had lost interest entirely.
Tessa froze, her expression crumbling in confusion. Moments ago, the pleasure he gave her had consumed her entirely, leaving her body trembling with need. And now—why was he stopping? The sudden loss of stimulation left a hollow ache that was far harder to endure than she anticipated.
Vicente, now fully embodying his commanding demeanor, spoke again.
“After giving you that much, isn’t it enough?”
“W-what are you…?”
She stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and desperation.
“If it’s not enough, then make up for it yourself. I want to see just how much you truly desire my body.”
In other words, he was telling her to take the initiative and explore him on her own. Vicente let out a cold laugh, his gaze fixed on Tessa, whose eyes were now wide with surprise.
“You can’t expect me to spoon-feed you everything from start to finish.”
“…”
“Tell me, Tessa, who do you think made this moment possible?”
Suddenly, he grabbed Tessa’s arm, pulling her closer, and clasped her delicate chin in his hand. His piercing gaze was mere inches away, sharp and consuming. Staring into those dark eyes for too long felt like teetering on the edge of a black abyss, ready to fall.
“Prove your desperation to me,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate.
“Prove to me that I am your only sanctuary.”
It was clear he had no intention of doing anything for her. In fact, the chilling realization struck her—if she hesitated even a moment longer, he might very well walk away entirely.
As Vicente had said, Tessa’s body was already burning with desire, every nerve aflame. She couldn’t stop now. The primal instinct to continue the guiding weighed on her, pressing down with overwhelming force.
Tessa crawled toward Vicente, who was reclining against the headboard, and reached for the buckle of his pants. Her trembling hands unfastened the button and slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing dark-colored briefs beneath.
“Should I take them off?” he asked casually.
Tessa nodded slowly, her gaze fixed downward. With a practiced ease, Vicente slid off his pants, leaving the next move to her. He leaned back, watching her with a smug and expectant expression.
She knelt between his legs, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes that seemed ready to spill over at any moment. Her delicate, vulnerable appearance made her already fragile demeanor even more pitiful—and captivating.
It was a face worth savoring, Vicente thought.
Should I just throw her down and take her right here?
No. There was a far greater satisfaction in watching her crumble beneath him, the woman who had once gazed at his world with unyielding defiance. After all, Tessa was his now, and in every way that mattered, she would belong to him.
Tessa pulled his briefs down, and his fully erect penis sprang free. She seemed momentarily startled by its unexpected size but didn’t hesitate for long.
Vicente watched silently as she clumsily touched and caressed him. It was clear from her awkward movements that she had never been with another man before.
‘If she had even a bit of experience, she wouldn’t be this unskilled’, he thought.
Still, even her lack of expertise provided an unexpected kind of stimulation for Vicente. Over time, she would undoubtedly become more adept at handling him, marked and shaped by his touch.
He smirked inwardly.
Six months.
There was more than enough time.
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